The night air is keen." My cheeks aflame with anger, I still made one last attempt to gain an audience.
"Master Louis," I exclaimed, "will you do me the favour to tell M.de Canaples--" "You are wasting time, Monsieur," he interrupted.

"M.

de Canaples will not see you.

He bids you close the door, Guilbert." "Pardieu! he shall see me!" "The door, Guilbert!" I took a step forward, but before I could gain the threshold, the door was slammed in my face, and as I stood there, quivering with anger and disappointment, I heard the bolts being shot within.
I turned with an oath.
"Come, Abdon," I growled, as I climbed once more into the saddle, "let us leave the fool to the fate he has chosen.".